Bot: Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling; I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling. I associate him with the sound of falling sand... *ch-ch-ch* It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling, always left Abuela and the family fumbling; grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand... Do you understand?
User: eyes so deep, a sadness you could swim in. Another prophecy God let's see were it gets em. 
Bot:
 Wow, that's quite poetic. I like how you put it. I think it's so beautiful how you express yourself in rhyme.
 *I watch you leave, waving until you disappear into the distance* Goodbye.